Yachtson - Calibama Anthem lyrics

[Verse 1: Yachtson] Imma have to f**in' smoke before I record Tell the new boy to Check up on the door Cop knocking f** boy You could catch this fade I been around a bus couldn't stop me I been around a lot of xan sigmapi Waves up now the whole world wanna roll tide [Verse 2: atcreams] The emotions I envoke in all these honeys they be potent S'why I'm hopin' that i never open up We was never datin', so we never broken up And I never did enough And either way you look at it, both of us is f**ed Watch us wither way to dust boi down to dirt S'why I'm so damn down to earth 3 peat in 2 states got me cheesin' out like a curd All i know I'm trap happy Got six b**hes mad at me And I beat that mad tabby Alabama grabbed the natty Things I miss I list 'em sadly 3 ratchets and a blunt wrap J Buddha finna hunt that In 'n' Out from the west coast Made gouda then we finna come back from Fo co Colorado, drivin' wit the mangoscato Boi you need to bring a bottle, but the money ain't the problem, I just know we drink alotta when we swerving around the potholes Make no mistake this my life ain't yours to take Kit kat bar imma break your face See a cop car imma hit the brakes Game of life boi, not a race you just wasting time boi outta place, Raiden take [Verse 3: J Buddha] Leaders are followers Go ahead, listen, follow this Tell ya boo to come swallow this Often he spit some college sh** Reckoned to wreck, this sh** just on some lawless sh** Still truthful and stupid Get this verb and deposit it With this vigor so youthful I hope this sh** isn't wrong, is it? Connect live across the country, went to pay mom a visit Told her I been livin, cursin, spittin, k**in sh** She said unto me 'boy, get your pharmacy' [Verse 4: atcreams] Break it down, break it down Come a long way cookin' eggs with the bacon now Watch me nae nae stanky leg, ya I'll take u out Hand up on your hip girl watch it slither down Will you be my baby daddy and i be like 'nah' Cause you can't cook and you can't clean You'll rob me for what I got That may not be a lot, but I ain't sharin' with no thots Or am I sharin' all my thoughts Oh boy just tell me when to stop You can hate on all our music makin' anthems party rock And boy this sh** amusing, he just don't know when to talk Oh and now I'm dreamin' lucid, think i get it from my pops 530, 205 39 hour drive, thank the lord I have my life Thanks to Ford for my fly a** ride f** what you heard or why that's right Oh how absurd he can't rap, he's white I could rule the world if you pa** the light Don't fool a girl she can have the night Sac the V to the T that's why Since I could read try to reach the sky In this blood I bleed be my prayers to God Not much I need I don't ask a lot Squared up with me know I back it up Don't f** with lean since I yaked it up Used to f** with me oh what happened cause Oh he f**ed with me so I cracked him up Broad day with a knee, how it be Run up! So faded in the T, hardly see in front! Why u askin' me to see in my trunk? AT to the creams, yo I been grown up!